Sweet Dreams

Hello, furries and your minions!

I post on Mancat Mondays because (duh) I'm a cat of the male gender. Does that engender affection from females? Sweet, soft, luscious and affectionate ladycats? Sweet, darling and adoring human ladies? I should say it does, as any red-blooded male will tell you.

As you all know, my number one fan is ladycat and friend Miss Bridget de la Furr. After she cleans my ears, she will lie down next to me and sleep. Totally understandable since I know that task can be very tiring!

Aren't I lucky? Sorry, mates, you're going to have to find your own ear-cleaning sweetheart!

The last week before Christmas. Can you believe it? The reverends are afraid we'll run out of candles. It's funny, all they have to do is get the word out through the housekeeper and packages appear on our doorstep. I wonder if I can order some catnip plants..

A final word, my friends: Take things in stride, nap in between and always dream. Always. x

Tom

ALL THESE LITTLE DOORS!

Hi, efurrybody in holiday land!

The days are going by fast and furious and we're finding ourselves catching up with our Advent calendar. We never seem to get it in time to open the first door on the first day of December. Does that happen to you? Maybe if we got one with treats behind doors, like chocolate or cheese (for me!) it would give us the incentive to get our calendar when we're supposed to!

Here is what we have so far this month. Check out today's door!

Hope you have your calendar handy. If not, we'll share this one with you every so often. (Only if there's an exciting door reveal, ha!)

Finally, remember, we cats love to open doors. One every day? Sheer heaven!

Merry Christmas!
Tom

Mancat Monday Sharing

Hi, everyone and holiday greetings to you all!

We've started to get cards here at the rectory. Because of a tight budget (I don't know why, since I'm bringing in extra cash by the fistfuls in collection plates) I didn't send out as many cards as I would have liked. Soo..I decided to share with you my designs and what the housekeeper and I worked on for the holidays.

Here's one of them: Me with my mancat wannabes, lol!

The other was this one:

It has a lot of the elements that are regular features on my Facebook Page.  Come visit and I know you'll want to follow along. My blog gives me a chance to share a little more than FB gives me room to, though, like letting you know there are big plans for me in 2019. I can't believe we're headed for a brand-new decade! I just hope it doesn't sneak up too quick!

And finally, friends, I'm thankful and hopeful that this is a good holiday season for all of you. We'll still be sharing our nuttiness in the weeks and months to come.

With all the little lights, singular beacons, I have this question: Does the candle in the window mean you're happy to give me treats??
Tom

Cruisin' With Will or I'll Never Live It Down

Happy Mancat Monday, furry folk!

It might be mancat Monday today, but I didn't feel very mancatish on Saturday when Will wanted to take his car out. Usually parked in the church parking lot and covered up to a fare-thee-well by the meticulous asp that he is, I had forgotten the embarrassment of it all. So, off we go, me sinking down in the seat with every sighting of humans or even cats for that matter.

See what I mean? Would you be caught dead in this pink marshmallowy, over-chromed, toothy grilled, poor excuse for a vehicle? The "Pink Pew" my paw!!

Anyway, it's Monday and I'm back to my normally very mancat self and all's good. The candy-coated, pink icinged, powder puff car is back under its tarp where it belongs. The next time Will gets that venturesome gleam in his eye, remind me to make myself scarce!

Recovering from dis-grace,
Tom 

Early Thanksgiving Frenzy

Hey, sports fans! (or not) ~

With Thanksgiving this week, you would think a tornado hit the rectory. We have turkeys coming out of our @#$% ears, stuffing everywhere, the reverends in a heated discussion over jellied cranberry sauce versus cooked berries and the housekeeper has started her Christmas shopping. Next thing you know Santa won't be driving a sleigh with reindeer, he'll have turkeys instead! It's crazy!

I've always had this thing about hiding and secrets. A cat doesn't like secrets. Humans have to understand that closed doors make us nuts, strange noises or smells are unsettling and not to know what's freshly purchased in an obvious department store bag is the ultimate exercise in teasing.

So, if there are going to be Christmas purchases, let them remain hidden for the sake of my sanity, please!

All for now. Holy man over and out!

Tom

Mancat Monday Thoughts

Hi, everybody!

This has been a solemn weekend. Veterans Day was commemorated yesterday and the housekeeper captured me in my new recruit uniform (they even trimmed my head furs like they do in the real service.)

Of course, I never served, but I wish I had. So does the housekeeper, just setting aside a few years to give to one's country. She's too old now to get into a uniform and I'm a cat, so we're just going to appreciate those who did and do what we can, like volunteering. She went ahead already and got her clearance with complete background check to work with veterans come spring..Me? I might go along, if they let me.

So, all for now and now, for all - blessings and peace.

Tom

Putting Me to Work

This appeared in the church bulletin yesterday. I take umbrage with the "cheap" part.

The housekeeper thinks that if I'm such a mancat, I should be earning some money. She has farmed me out as an expert on how things should read. I grudgingly accepted my first assignment. What a disaster!

Here's a portion of what I had to correct until I gave up to save my sanity: (a letter presumably to some cat toy company by a parishioner who should go back to school)

Deer Slurs  To Whom It May Concern:

I bot  bought this Clap Trap Rat Trap cat toy online and it is crap. (We do not say crap when trying to fix the problem!!) Say: It is not functioning properly!! It wunt won't work. I tried  effrything  everything. I spent my last pennee penny..

It was at this point I became suspicious. I just KNOW some individual who shall remain nameless planted this letter to be funny. Wait till I get my paws on HIM OR HER!!

That's it. I'm done. No more practical jokes for me!!

Holy and smart,
Tom